“Miss Wells, why what a pleasure to see you again!” Mrs. Lewis said, opening the back door at her knock. “The rest o’ the house is at the Sunday service, but yer welcome to come in for some tea.”
“Oh dear, what happened to you?” Concordia asked, as she watched the cook hobble on a cane and bandaged foot.
“Ah, my gout is botherin’ me,” she said. “Doc drained it yesterday. That’s why I’m a’tome today, instead of at church.” She looked at her curiously. “Shouldn’t you be at service, too, if you don’t mind me askin’?”
“Ours at the college is a bit later on Sunday,” Concordia explained. “I only stopped by for a short stay, but I brought some lovely things from my mother’s larder.”
“Aye, how is your mother? I haven’t seen her in ages.”
“Oh, fine,” Concordia said vaguely. But Mrs. Lewis wa
